Posted: Mon Apr 15, 2013 7:36 am
This will be the inspirational movie of the DECADE!! The trailer:
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(Blind Faith's "Can't Find My Way Home" plays.)
*Sun rising over prison walls. In the shadow of the razor wire, a lone man hoes a row, silhouetted against the chain-link.*
VOICE OVER: Sometimes, inside the prison walls...
*cut to Downs, a large and prematurely grizzled man, cutting vegetables in a stainless-steel kitchen; scooping the cuttings into a white plastic pail.*
V.O. ...is the free-est place of all.
*cut to vegetable peelings flying in slow-mo over the razor wire and landing on the verge of a marsh, where turtles are nosing in the grass for food. Then to Downs, whose fingers twine in the chainlink, a look of wonder on his grizzled face...*
V.O. Follow the journey of one man...
(Music changes to hardcore rap)
*Prison montage: inmates working out, getting in each others' faces, playing cards and guitars...*
V.O. ...as he discovers....
(Rap music swells)
*Downs marches proudly down the center aisle of the prison, holding his bucket of carrot-tops, while arms flail and jab through the bars of the cells on either side; zoom in shot-by-shot to his exultant face walking in slow-motion*
V.O. ....that the roots of freedom....
*pan upward over hundreds of turtles gathering around the vegetables covering the shore of the marsh, toward the prison fence behind which hundreds of inmates rush to view the spectacle, guards in towers point and shout into megaphones*
(Silence)
V.O. ...are within himself.
(Orchestral swell)
*Downs lifting his face and fists to the sky-- pan to the blue sky*
V.O. The Turtle King.
*Title*
V.O. Coming this Summer to a theater near you.
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(Blind Faith's "Can't Find My Way Home" plays.)
*Sun rising over prison walls. In the shadow of the razor wire, a lone man hoes a row, silhouetted against the chain-link.*
VOICE OVER: Sometimes, inside the prison walls...
*cut to Downs, a large and prematurely grizzled man, cutting vegetables in a stainless-steel kitchen; scooping the cuttings into a white plastic pail.*
V.O. ...is the free-est place of all.
*cut to vegetable peelings flying in slow-mo over the razor wire and landing on the verge of a marsh, where turtles are nosing in the grass for food. Then to Downs, whose fingers twine in the chainlink, a look of wonder on his grizzled face...*
V.O. Follow the journey of one man...
(Music changes to hardcore rap)
*Prison montage: inmates working out, getting in each others' faces, playing cards and guitars...*
V.O. ...as he discovers....
(Rap music swells)
*Downs marches proudly down the center aisle of the prison, holding his bucket of carrot-tops, while arms flail and jab through the bars of the cells on either side; zoom in shot-by-shot to his exultant face walking in slow-motion*
V.O. ....that the roots of freedom....
*pan upward over hundreds of turtles gathering around the vegetables covering the shore of the marsh, toward the prison fence behind which hundreds of inmates rush to view the spectacle, guards in towers point and shout into megaphones*
(Silence)
V.O. ...are within himself.
(Orchestral swell)
*Downs lifting his face and fists to the sky-- pan to the blue sky*
V.O. The Turtle King.
*Title*
V.O. Coming this Summer to a theater near you.
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